Thorn
A thorn dwells
It bores, it digs
This thorn dwells in the most sensitive of secrets
Instills paranoia
Sends chills to your toes
Breaks down built up barriers
Crashes into
What is,
What was,
And what will be…
Memories cast shadows.
Digs it’s ever sharp claws till blood draws near
Breathes its cold breath upon the conscious
Till its presence is irrepressible
Tagged as: prose. poetry. creative writing. memories. thorn.
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